Time tunings
I've been wrong before but this right isn't making sense
I don't want to be here but I don't know how to stay away
Something has changed and it fills my time, my sometimes, to many times
writer's block whispers to stop looking for what I don't find and become a new kind
the same as the other kind, like the last kind dividing my time, once upon a time
getting lost in keyless locks, speechless clocks, forget-me-nots, drawing lots
pulling slots seduced by rumors, vicarious secrets, followers and seekers
once it was them, "where or when", some but not all understand moments
I've been wrong before but this right isn't making sense
words and picture by roman blazic_all rights reserved
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